Since Cleopatra died,
I have lived in such dishonor that the gods
Detest my baseness.
145
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.


=Bashfulness.=

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
146
COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 347.


=Battle.=

Then more fierce
The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell
Of savage rage, the shriek of agony,
The groan of death, commingled in one sound
Of undistinguish'd horrors.
147
SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _The Battle._

For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.